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I used to walk in a winter evening as so many others do, But not once did I feel a chill of the wind, for I would think of home and you, So I then quickened my steps to hurry and soon my journey would cease, I was home, where it was warm and comfortable, I was in your arms at peace. I remember the happiness I felt, as the brightness turned to night. For others hurried where a door would swing open and loved ones would be in sight, People were free with happy smiles, some even spoke as they went their way, The world changed to a place of rest We were glad for the end of a busy day. Then I was young and my dreams were dear, so I laughed at the wind and the snow Now my heart has grown much older and my resistance to the weather is low, I used to whistle or hum a tune, and I waved as my friends passed by, Now my return is silent, except for footsteps that echo against the sky. It seems long ago since my feet were light since my head was full of song, For I have found out that a hand of frost can enter where it doesnt belong, The night is dark, the wind makes me shudder it rips my face and hair, I reach home but I receive no big welcome from the storm for you are not there. |
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